It’s going to be almost a month since our last encounter at my place. I remember that I had practiced the way how those bitter words would come out, but in the end they just flew away in a moment of desperation. I told you that I didn't want to see you any longer, and your face didn't seem to understand.
I still remember when you were trying to hold me and kiss me but I refused for the reason that if I kissed you I would fall into your arms, thing that I couldn't resist for much long.
We ended up as usual, but this time was different, it was the last time, it was for real.
I was in love, like I've never done it before, but you never were, so it was better, wasn't it???
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I remember myself awaking in the middle of the night about two years ago, bursting into tears, silently. I dropped a few of them, coldly. It took me about two years to realized why I couldn't cry as I'd have liked; two times to realize two years of my life passed by, into shadow.
Sometimes, love can be very nasty, nocive.
...but sometimes it's just tyhe other way round.
Cheers!
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